The Prole's Song Lyrics

Down in the streets where the real life flows, (life flows)

The Proles move to the beat, where the free wind blows, (wind blows)

Unseen by the Party, they dance and they spin, (they spin)

A rhythm of life, pure and untouched by sin

Rise up, rise up, the Proles gonna sing, (gonna sing)

A song of the heart, where the truth takes wing, (takes wing)

In the dance of the free, they hold the key, (hold the key)

Rise up, rise up, in the Proles we're free

With hands rough as earth, their spirits soar high, (soar high)

In the simple joys, under the open sky, (open sky)

They carry the hope, in their unwatched dreams, (unwatched dreams)

A spark in the dark, a seam where the light gleams

In the laughter of children, the future's told, (future's told)

A tale of a fire that never grows cold, (never cold)

The Proles hold the power, if they only knew, (only knew)

In their hands lies the change, to start life anew

Winston sees in their eyes, a flame that won't die, (won't die)

A chance for the truth, in a world built on lies, (built on lies)

The Proles' song is simple, but it cuts like a knife, (like a knife)

A melody of freedom, a drumbeat for life

Rise up, rise up, the Proles gonna sing, (gonna sing)

A song of the heart, where the truth takes wing, (takes wing)

In the dance of the free, they hold the key, (hold the key)

Rise up, rise up, in the Proles we're free